My husband's poetry

Category: Death & Afterlife

  • sing songs

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    Sing songs of unborn stars In their birth a funeral pyre Life times of journey brought us their light Celebrate both while there’s time 10-21-24

  • Low Country Churchyard

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    here among the dead I rest but briefly read dates on headstones calculate years of life Spanish moss haints trees butterflies light upon old monuments unaware and unconcerned of what lies beneath 10-6-24

  • Asheville

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    water leaves muddy foot prints in the top most boughs of trees tomorrow tragedies will reveal themselves in debris fields of mountain streams splintered makeshift crucifixes festooned with corpses years of recovery and sunshine cannot resurrect 9-29-24

  • Soul Train

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    A friend from childhood asked me to write a memorial poem for the passing of his 92 year old father; I asked him for nine things that remind him of his father and incorporated them within the context of the poem (I have removed his father’s name from this posting). ‘Soul Train’ No one chooses…

  • The Archaeologist

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    Inspired by morning coffee with a friend: Boxing up mother’s life for an estate sale, he wondered if all the perfume and cologne still smelled cheap or if they improved with age. He wondered, if there was a way to save unburned candles from the glass votive series that lined a shelf behind her chair.…

  • Joy’s messenger

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    twilight’s grace, shadows creep, beauty lies in death’s embrace, silent slumber, souls sleep. whispered sighs, secrets keep, fields of stars, a tranquil space, twilight’s grace, shadows creep. autumn leaves, a gentle sweep, vibrant hues, a final trace, silent slumber, souls sleep. veils of time, memories leap, eternal dance, through time and space, twilight’s grace, shadows…

  • Caravan of light

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    deep within the garden of the dead serried lines of plastic flowers gazebo by a pond black chairs on grey concrete white pillars hold up the roof where no one can see webbed feet paddle furiously ducks glide upon the surface heron stands sentinel along the shore walk the bank among the trees heron flies…

  • When

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    I guzzle Gatorade after a good workout rain drops smear the dirt on my windshield cell phone vibrates, 745 area code someone from back home Hi, this is John (Ball State1970) I took his class on violence he was still ABD, we became friends he asks how have I been – I say great he…

  • on the 3rd day of planting season

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    White clapboard church rises out of clay Church yard cemetery overflows across the road Cotton patch stubble in serried lines Black plumed honor guard – crossed swords archway Someone preached a formal sermon “What the hell was that?’ Kilted bagger piped three times ‘round Lead the mourners to the grave Piped one last song Removed…

  • for a friend who just died

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    edge walker man teeters on the edge catch him if you can heading for the border he was bound to cross the line force of nature – force of good edge walker man plowed a long furrow follow if you can 1-21-24